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Friday, June 29, 2007
Ordinary Love Story V
It was her idea to dig The Hole.

"Let's a dig a hole." She had casually suggested over supper.
"Thiiiis big!" She added, stretching her arms to their full length in a theatrical manner.

Later that night, in the dark clad backyard, you observed The Girl You Used To Know as she sent powerful condemning blows from her spade into the parched soil of a mid-summer's earth.
As the first loads of dirt started to pile up, you remembered as you took your first steps into her world and how you became instantly aware that you were at the mercy of the arbitrary call of a dangerously fickle heart.
A heart whose territories extended menacingly far beyond the authority and control of its sovereign, a leisure that you could not bring yourself to partake.
You noticed how with time her blows grew more vigorous and systematic and how the shovel had now claimed a life of its own: It seemingly cost her no or very little mental discipline to execute the act of digging and her mind was free to drift wherever it pleases.
You wondered, bemused, what territories of the heart it was venturing, what battles it was fighting, what armies it was conquering.
Her sullen absent eyes bore no sign of life.
Her body seemed lighter and emancipated.
Her being was dispatched on a mission of soul search deep within the confines of the growing hole.
You positioned yourself atop the sturdy pile of dirt and followed The Girl You Used To Know, so zealous in her task, as she slowly sank with The Hole that rapidly materialized before your eyes, whole, perfect and omnipotent, laboring just as hard to engulf her immaculate body.

"What's The Hole for anyway?" You dared.

She shot up a reproachful gaze at your direction and you witnessed torrents of life storming back into her eyes which proudly wore her fatigue with untainted ease.
An air of dignified contempt adorned the smirk that slowly rose up to her face, a face now so present and austere that you deemed it foolish to venture into it any further.
You veered your look downwards to the ground where sprouts laid mutilated in the conquest, so serious and gloomy- martyrs, you pondered.

"Step into The Hole with me, my love." She softly appealed, so earnest in her renaissance.

She offered you her hand, bruised and dirty, and you found yours drawn to it.
And as you lowered your body into the void, you reckoned she was finally greeting you into her world as lavishly as she had just abused you.
A world where the heart reigns supreme over the mind and where reason sits helplessly atop a pile of dirt and watches lovers dig holes in the middle of patchless nights for no obvious reasons....

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سكسكه - رباعيات


سك سك سك سك

 سك
سك
سك
سك


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Thursday, June 28, 2007



 
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

حر و صهد و تراب و رمله و خره
ناقص يرفعوا المرتبات و نبقى فى الخليج

بيض
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Monday, June 25, 2007
I had been reluctant for a long while, then lately developed an inclination towards succumbing.
Then Vulgar Vulva came along, and made me an offer i can't refuse.
And that was the last straw....

I'm now the not-so-proud owner of the latest Facebook account.

In my bed, at night, i like to think i put on a good fight.....

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007
My Great Unrequited Love Goes For...

Undifferentiated Mesenchymal Cells
it could be you


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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I'm Not Sensitive, I'm Not Sensitive, I'm Not Sensitive, I'm Not Sensitive, I'm Not Sensitive, I'm Not Sensitive......
It has been brought to my attention by independent sources that this blog has become, and i quote, "pathetic and girly".
I admit, hands-down, to the former.
Over the past few months, this page had been rather sluggish, spiritless and distasteful to say the least.
My distant few half-hearted attempts at writing something of substance reeked of meek dullness where sterile patterns, redundant thoughts and witless obtuse style seemed to be the trend.
My life had been genuinly unpleasant and uninspiring, and this blog, naturally, was first to suffer. Well. Ok. Probably third. After my students and patients!

But while the former accusation was promptly tended to by my default indifferent aloof self -after all, this is MY blog. If you think i write to please YOU, you're dillusional.-, the latter left me in a state of great woe and dread.
Mushiness being my biggest fear and pet peeve, i was alarmed by the thought that i might have tripped on my lately rather slippery brick of composure and allowed my trademark sang-froid to be diluted in the raged oceans of my melancholy and self-pity.
I'm really not sure what posts promoted that spiteful malicious notion. My source suggested it might has been those Hannibal Lecter bedtime stories. But seriously? They were poor and pathetic maybe, but mushy?!
We both agreed however that the previous post was definitly the last straw.
Ya. It was 7aga te2ref indeed.
But come on. I missed her for a second. It was a moment of weakness. Give me a break!
Anyhow i am now very upset that i foolishly and recklessly managed to tarnish my hard earned reputation as the designated obnoxious bastard of the Egyptian blogsphere.

So this said, i hereby summon all my dormant testosterone soldiers who had been lavishly vacationning and livin' la vida loca at my expense, as we are, from this moment on, on a holy butch task of machismo-search: Guys, we have to locate them balls!
As for you, dear reader, it is with incandescent joy and reluctant ashamed pride that i inform you that my lolita days are way behind me now.
I hope you had a good attentive look at my vagina, cause i have strapped my chastity belt back on and i have fed the key to....ahem... hmmm... i have fed the key to the.... errrr..... hhhmmmmmm.... i have fed the hmmmmm...... to the sea? to Osama Bin Laden?! :S
(Ok guys, maybe you can also keep an eye for that funny bone of mine. You know. The bone. Remember?!... Ok.)

Now i leave you with Tara Reid and her bosoms.

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Monday, June 04, 2007
My Great Unrequited Love Goes For...


The Girl I Used To Know
like a child in a candy shop, i miss the feeling
that incontestable unbounded happiness once again
cause the child never gets old i promise



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